Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping up in duct tape
Me, I make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a
em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, playin fair

Yall niggas like leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall goin from heaven to
Yall goin nowhere

But in the same on the same dirty ground
And I care how you livin it up
I even got niggas shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make run by me

I squeeze with one eye and one closed and focus
The one is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, yall so pimps die hoes
bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have wanted in dead park

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same bitch tried to put Irv Gotti teams
I had a snotty scream
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need
Im a customer, I snatch your

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing retirements
'Cause you blast last when Im
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You dont my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima your face the same color
As a tongue of a chow, chow,
These aint water pistols, they many missiles
And when I set em off, they scar bones to the grissle

I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for only son
Im takin

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im fucked up, know the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I through the eyes of a fiend
ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po me

Came home, of as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin with Coley
My was better than a lot of yall records
Bed rocked ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered some quick for
Hit em up fast, watched them die slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all glocks

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, it go, yall got it
The East Coast, Coast collabo
Warren G doin it with my from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we it, like that for yall
In the 99